This is a song about "Rappin back"

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

If i can't just be rappin' for a hobby than shit, i ain't never comin' back

You're startin' shit you can't back up, your wack ass rappin' is flawed

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I grab the mic, rappin' tighter than a christmas present,

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Inferior, but i'm nice

Home of the rappin disease

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Rappin is my profession so i always come up with fresh shit.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I will never stop rappin to you haters because it's my alacrity,